Chapter 412 The day of the big wedding changed unexpectedly
What Pei Yuanxian brought was plum blossom dew, which was packed in the small jar that Baicaoshi gave him in the past.
"Whether you want to cook tea or make drinks, it's up to you."
If these words come out of Zhe Yu's mouth, they must be the most romantic love words in the world.
In the past, Baicao Poetry and Folding Feather Letter Paper teased love. Baicao Poetry once said, "Honeysuckle in spring, fresh bamboo in summer, bergamot in autumn, and plum blossom dew in winter are all available for food and drink all year round. And the happiest Nothing is better than having someone together, waiting for a flower to bloom, to welcome a harvest, and everything will turn into delicious taste and sweetness to drink.”
"It's a pity, the person is wrong."
Baicao Poetry only returns six characters.
"Shishi?" Pei Yuanxian gently put down the plum blossom dew, half bent over, and looked into the depths of her pupils, "If I knew you earlier than him, would you choose me from your heart?"
If such a plot is placed in the ancient gossip, it is not impossible. Pei Yuanxian is the male protagonist who is paranoid to the core, tough, domineering and sick, waiting for the redemption of love.
Just, life makes no assumptions.
"No!" Baicaoshi's answer was firm. "It is important to come first, but in the end it is just because he is the right person."
Yubao is the true son of Baicaoshi. The respect and understanding he gave her is a warmth that no other man has ever given.
Pei Yuanxian let out a long sigh of relief, and gave up this last trace of psychological comfort.
"So, Shishi, you see, I have no choice but to steal." He looked out of the window, at the dead tree wrapped in colored silk, and a shadowy figure flickered behind him, "From your boudoir, to the high wall of the city lord's mansion." , I have ambushed hundreds of masters, one post at five steps, one post at ten steps, and one sentry at ten steps. I am waiting for him to rescue you. Will he come?"
Baicaoshi suddenly smiled, and put away the small jar of plum blossom dew. "Why do I have to wait for him to save me? I can save myself. Maybe tomorrow, I will become a piece of snow or a plum petal, and I will fly out of the high wall with the west wind. I don't know."
She pursed her lips and smiled lightly, her eyes were full of waves, and between her brows, there was a faint red mark, which seemed to be piercing through her bones, which was even more moving than Shen Liqing's phoenix seal. Pei Yuanxian stared blankly for a moment, "Then I'll wait and see."
**
According to the old calendar of the Song Dynasty, on the day of the wedding, the makeup should be done at the end of the ugly hour and the beginning of the Yin hour, and the phoenix crown should be worn well.
Because today, there are not so many distinguished guests, and the place of worship is only from Baicaoshi's room to the lobby of the city lord's mansion, so Pei Yuanxian let Baicaoshi sleep for an extra hour.
After Mao hour, Baicaoshi got up, changed clothes and washed under the service of the maidservants, and then the makeup lady, embroiderer, and Xi Niang were all in place, and began to dress up for Baicaoshi.
During the period, Huanyan came over once.
Looking at the woman in the bronze mirror, her facial features are all bright and attractive, her eyes are like the mist rising from the winter mountain mist, her long and thick eyelashes tremble like butterfly wings, her nose is straight and delicate, and her lips are as smooth as a qiongzhu. The color is beautiful. Suddenly, there was a sense of familiarity.
"The way you look today reminds me of my sister."
Baicaoshi Mosuo held a lock of hair hanging on her chest, and asked, "I've never heard you say that you still have a sister."
Huanyan lowered her head, making it difficult to see her emotions clearly, "My sister is much more beautiful than I was born, and she is probably jealous of her beauty. She married into a noble family not long ago..."
do you died?
Baicaoshi didn't ask.
Huanyan prides herself on not being beautiful, but she follows the regent as a confidant. So how high will her sister marry into a high family? Although the royal family is high, it has no real power.
"Aren't you going to greet guests today? Or, are you going to support me on the sedan chair to marry him?" Baicaoshi took the lip balm handed over by Zhuangniang, and smudged it on her lips.
No, according to Pei Yuanxian's arrangement, Huanyan will never leave Baicaoshi when she is on task today. Once that person appears, give a fatal blow immediately.
However, that was the person she had loved silently for many years. Seeing him marrying someone else, how did she feel and how did she deal with herself?
Huanyan closed her eyes, then opened them again. A bold, unforgivable idea secretly grew in my heart.
"Of course I have something to do. Sister Shishi, I will call you that for the last time. I wish you and your husband a happy marriage for a hundred years and a lifetime of love and friendship."
After finishing speaking, she turned her eyes away, but couldn't help looking out of the corner of her eye. The embroiderer put on a wedding dress for Baicaoshi, with bright red brocade, silk ribbons of the same color, rubies and red agates the size of thumbs, embroidered with scarlet black birds. There are layers upon layers, which make the extremely thin waist not full enough to hold. The Baicao Poetry pavilion stands among the brocade embroidery, and the wealth of a room cannot overwhelm her demeanor.
For a moment, Huanyan thought of a sentence, "The mysterious bird of destiny", she was born as a phoenix.
Huan Yan left Baicaoshi's room.
Looking upwards, raising her eyes, suppressing the glint of water in her eyes, she passed the Chaoshou corridor and hid behind the rockery.
**
It's time, and eight sedan chairs come to pick you up.
The newlyweds cover their heads with a red veil. Under the guidance of the bride, the car curtain is raised. The newcomers bend deeply to get on the sedan chair. They have slender jade hands with well-defined joints and healthy pale pink nails.
Joy played in the square courtyard, passed through the corridor, and finally came to the courtyard in front of the worship hall.
All eyes were on the sedan chair.
"Get off the sedan chair."
With a cry, Xi Niang lifted the curtain again, put a small stool on it, took the bride's hand, and got off the sedan chair.
As for the witnesses, the one with the highest official title should be Prince Chen. And the city lord of Fengcheng.
Pei Yuanxian, who was dressed in bright red, poured all his love and tenderness on that slender figure.
Xi Niang handed over "Leaning Red" to a couple of new couples.
Pei Yuanxian held his own red silk, leading the bride across the brazier, and walked into the hall.
At this time, the sound of gold and iron horses beating drums came from outside the mansion.
The scouts came to report: "Report! Report to the Regent, Da Yan's army has begun to attack the city!"
With the big sleeves of the toga robe raised, Pei Yuanxian was proud of his life and high-spirited, "Hit! Hit me hard, fight for the princess!"
The soldiers lead the order.
The chief of ceremonies congratulated loudly: "Bow to heaven and earth."
Pei Yuanxian looked around and bowed to heaven and earth with his bride.
"Second worship concierge and witness."
In the air, Pei Yuanxian's eyes collided with Prince Chen. For the sake of poetry, let's worship him.
"Husband and wife worship each other."
Waited for a long time and finally waited until today.
Pei Yuanxian, who never bowed down for anyone, bowed down slowly and solemnly. In front of her, so low as dust?
However, at the moment when the bride leaned over, a cold light flashed from the cuffs, and a dagger brighter than the color of snow came out suddenly, and pierced into Pei Yuanxian's belly ruthlessly and accurately.
While breathing, Pei Yuanxian kicked.
The bride "wipes the ground" and throws off her hijab, throwing away her complex and thick head, revealing a face that is even more beautiful than a woman's.
(end of this chapter)